Monday, 10/5/09 (Claire)
Dear Diary,
Today
was not a fun day. I haven’t really looked in the mirror. I don’t want to see
that little shiner that bitch Alice gave me last night. It probably would have
been okay if I had makeup to cover it up, but as I found out this morning, I
didn’t. Kayla didn’t either since she uses only a little. She says her skin is allergic to most products. Anyways, I got up despite all
desire to just lie in bed and cry.
I went to class
hoping that no one would pay any attention to it and then something struck me.
That is exactly what happened. I don’t know what is worse, to be asked about
how I got the black eye and relive the horrible experience every time or to
have no one even seem to care that I got one. It felt like no one cared about
me.
The whole thing
went on for a while. It wasn’t until Humanities that someone spoke up. I walked
in with my head down, but then Adam, the guy who sits behind Kayla and me asked
if I was okay. It felt kind of nice to have someone actually ask after worrying
that I was going to be pestered about it. The thing is, he never asked about
how I got it, he just showed concern over if I was okay. He even said he was
going to go to the store later and asked if I needed anything to help the eye.
I declined and then Kayla and the teacher came in and asked about the eye as
well. It seems weird when the person who shows the most concern isn’t even
really a friend, but I think maybe he’d be the type I would like to have as one
now that I think about it.
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